Hey friends! so, I have an ongoing inside joke thing with my friend who likes to call herself Nightwing in a game we play, while I am called Joe. We decided to make a oneshot thing about it, so here we are! think of this as a meeting story.

Joe's POV

I ran down the sidewalk, dodging around people.

I'm late I'm late I'm late! I thought. Frank is gonna kill me!

I guess I should back up, huh? Ok, so Frank put a book on hold at the library a few weeks ago. It came in while we were on a mission for ATAC (American Teens Against Crime) and they're only holding it for one more day, today. Then they would give it to the next person in line. Frank couldn't make it there today, so he sent me. The library was going to close in five minutes, and if I didn't make it in time, I couldn't get the book for Frank.

I made it to the library with two minutes to spare, and ran inside. The librarian, Kathy, looked up at me and smiled.

"Hello Joe! We were just about to close. What do you need?"

"The book Frank put on hold," I said panting.

Kathy frowned. "Oh Joe, I'm sorry. I just gave your brother's book to a man about a minute ago. I didn't think Frank was going to make it. Maybe you can catch him? He just left."

"Thanks Kathy," I said quickly. I got ready to run out the door, but I stopped and looked back at Kathy. "Uh… what does this man look like?"

"He's got black hair, and he's wearing a police uniform."

"Thank you!" I ran out the door, and immediately spotted the guy Kathy had described. Unfortunately, he was almost halfway down the sidewalk.

"Hey!" I yelled. "Excuse me! Sir!"

The guy turned around and looked at me. I ran down the sidewalk, stopping in front of him with my hands on my knees.

"The- the book," I gasped. "The one you got from the library. Just a few minutes ago."

The guy frowned. "Yea? What about it?"

"My brother sent me to pick the book up from the library, but by the time I got there Kathy told me you'd gotten it. I'm really sorry, but is there any way I could borrow it and give it back to you in a couple of days? I swear, I won't let anything happen to it!"

The guy cracked a smile. "What's your name, kid?"

"Joe, Joe Hardy."

"Well Joe Hardy, I'd be glad to loan the book to your brother. But I need you to do something for me."

"Anything!" I said eagerly.

"I'm leaving town tomorrow, I'm only here on vacation. When your brother is done reading the book, can you bring it to me in Bludhaven?"

"Yea, sure!" I said.

"One more thing. To save you the hassle of driving there then back then there again, would you be willing to stay the night while I read it?"

"Sure," I said. "I'll do anything you want me to do!"

"Sounds good, kid. I'll see you then." he handed me the book.

"Thanks- uh, what's your name?"

"Richard Grayson." Richard turned, and walked down the sidewalk.

…

Two days later, I was riding my motorcycle to Bludhaven, my backpack bouncing on my back. When I made it there, I parked my bike and started walking, the book in my bag. As I came to a stop light, I saw a few muscle bound men come out of the shadows right for me. I tensed as I watched them get closer, preparing to bolt.

A hand grabbed me from behind, and held onto me with a really strong grip. One of the thugs grabbed my bookbag from me and started to look through it.

"Hey!" I yelled. "Give that back! There's nothing in it!"

"We got a wallet with 25 bucks in it, a book, passport and ID," the one searching my bag said.

"Who is he?" the one holding me asked.

"Some Joe Hardy kid." the guy frowned. "Hey, any relation to that detective, Fenton Hardy?"

"No," I said smoothly. "Never heard of him." the guy smirked.

"Is that so? I guess you wouldn't mind coming with us downtown, then?" the guy holding me started to shove me forward, when some noises sounded above them on the rooftops.

"Crap. He's here," one of them said. He sounded a little nervous.

"Who's here?" I asked.

"Mugging guests of the city now boys?" came a voice from somewhere.

The guy holding my bag looked at the roof.

"What? No Nightwing, we were just givin em' a good ol' Bludhaven welcome," he answered, laughing nervously.

A figure jumped down from the roof, landing in front of us.

"Now, lucky for you, I happen to have a friend in town tonight." The figure motioned up to the roof and another, smaller one, jumped down, joining the guy called Nightwing.

"Look, we uh-" They let go of me, dropped my stuff and ran off.

I stopped to pick up the bag, shoving my wallet in it then picking up the book. Nightwing came forward, looking at the book in my hand.

"What book is that?" he asked, looking at the book. "Is it yours?

"No," I said. It belongs to the library, but I'm loaning it to someone. Richard Grayson?"

"We know him. May have saved his life a couple thousand times. Rich people." The smaller person said.

"Don't exaggerate Robin, but it is pretty much true."

I raised my eyebrows. "So you guys know where he lives? Can you show me?"

"We can't show you because we still have to do some patrolling, but he lives in apartment building 2353, 3rd floor, apartment 351. About a block or two from the police station," Robin said.

"Thanks," I said smiling. "For the directions and the help."

"It's what we do." The two men left, going from roof to roof all across the city.

I crossed the street, following Robin's directions to Richard's house.

I got there in about five minutes, and knocked on the door. I heard some things knocking around like someone was in a rush, then the door opened and some 12 year old answered the door.

"What do you want?" he snapped.

I blinked. "Uh, hi. I'm Joe Hardy. I'm here to see a guy named Richard Grayson. Is he here?"

"Grayson! It's for you!" the kid yelled.

Richard came to the door, smiling when he saw me. "Hey Joe, come on in." he held the door open, and I walked inside.

"Thanks," I told him. I handed the book over. "There you go." the young boy cleared his throat.

"Oh, Joe, this is my younger Brother, Damian. Our dad isn't able to be home tonight so I ended up having to watch him."

"Only because Pennyworth is boring and there was no way I was staying in the manor with Drake," Damian said.

I didn't know what he was talking about, and I didn't really want to ask. "I appreciate you letting me stay here," I told Richard.

"Its no problem," he told me. "You can drop your stuff in the spare room over there." he pointed at the end of the hall. "Around the corner, third room on the right."

I nodded, then walked down the hall, rounding the corner like he said. I spotted the room he had described, and pulled it open. But it wasn't a bedroom, it was a closet. With two costumes inside that looked exactly like Nightwing and Robin. My mouth fell open.

Richard walked around the corner. "Joe, I just realized I told you-" he stopped, noticing what I was looking out.

"Oh, those, they're fakes. I had someone make them for a comic con a few years ago. Almost exact replicas. Only thing different is the masks. Which, were misplaced when I was moving here."

I blinked at him, my ATAC senses on high alert. My eyes fell down to his pocket, where the corner of what looked suspiciously like Nightwing's mask was sticking out.

"Then what's that?" I asked, pointing. The gears started turning in my brain, and I gasped. "You- your Nightwing aren't you?!"

Damian came around the corner then.

"Father won't be happy about him finding out Grayson. You messed up worse than you did when the Titans found out."

I rubbed my forehead. "This is insane!" I grabbed my cell phone. I had to call Frank, or dad, or ATAC, or somebody!

"Put that phone down."

I frowned. "Why should I?"

"Because I'll already get in enough trouble with him. I don't need more."

"In trouble with who?"

"Who the hell do you think," he said, rubbing his head. "Batman of course."

"I'm sorry, but I've gotta tell someone. It shouldn't get you in trouble, I don't think." I started to dial ATAC's number. As an ATAC agent, I had to report this. They relied on Frank and me to report this kind of thing.

"Sorry, Joe, but as a member of the Justice League of America, I have higher status than you ATAC people." he reached forward and plucked the phone out of my hand, but I hardly noticed.

My jaw dropped. "How did you- I- I mean, I don't know what your talking about."

"Joe, I've known since the day we met at the library. I was raised by the World's Greatest Detective, my detective skills are way beyond anyone at ATAC. If you didn't work for them, what are the odds you would have seen the mask, that is pretty much camouflaged on the costume?"

"I, uh… I have good observation skills?" I asked weakly. Richard sighed.

"Joe, it's no use. I know, and there's nothing you can say to convince me otherwise."

I groaned, rubbing a hand over my face and through my hair. "Oh man, Frank is gonna kill me!"

"Not as much as I'm gonna be killed by Batman."

I hesitated, before speaking hesitatingly. "I know you said he's the greatest detective in the world, but if both of us think we're going to be in so much trouble, why don't we just not tell anyone?"

"Well, you see, unless Oracle deletes the footage, we have solid proof of this conversation because Batman insists that I have cameras for a "safety matter". In fact, I should be getting a call in 3...2...1… The phone rang." Richard picked it up.

"What is it O?" I could slightly hear what was being said on the other line.

"You are going to be in so much trouble, Dick. Tim and I are watching this and can't believe any of it. And you know damn well that if I delete this footage, Bats will find out there's a time gap and get suspicious," A woman's voice said over the phone.

"I know O how much trouble I'm getting into, but it's not just me, he found out Dami too, so pretty much both responsible."

"Don't bring me into this Grayson, you're the one that told him the wrong room." Damian said in a rude sorta way.

"Can I say something?" I asked.

"What?"

"Why don't you tell him yourself? It's still bad, but it will probably be better for you if tell the truth instead of hiding it."

"I kinda have no choice because he'd find out one way or another." Richard said to me, then back to the phone. "Any idea where Red and Batgirl are O?"

"Metropolis, helping the Supers."

"Ok. Well, I got to go O. I think Joe and I need to talk."

"Good luck, Dick."

Richard hung up, then turned to look at me. I smiled awkwardly.

"Well. Better get some sleep, because Batman's gonna be back tomorrow morning."

"Uh… maybe I'll just head home tonight instead. You can probably just send the book back or something, or get the library here to send it. Maybe I'll see you sometime later?" I waited for him to move, but he didn't.

"It's almost 2 in the morning. This city is worse than Gotham at this time, and they have the Joker. You're staying here."

"I'm sure I'll be ok," I said. "I'm used to criminals." I slid past him, starting for the door.

At some point, Damian must have slipped out because he was standing in front of the door with something long in his hand.

Richard came out for the room. "Damian, this is no call for you to get out your katana. If he wants to get mugged again, let him."

Damian scowled. "Grayson, the minute he's home he's going to tell ATAC and his father and brother everything he heard here!"

"I get that. It just means Bats can have a reason to hunt him down."

I gulped. "H-hunt me down?"

"Pretty much saying he's going to look for you and possibly use an amnesia device on you," Richard said.

"I…" I sighed. "I guess I can stay here tonight." Richard nodded and we all headed to bedrooms. I dropped my backpack on the floor, lying on the bed. I didn't bother to change my clothes. I stared up at the ceiling, deep in thought. At some point I must have fallen asleep, because I woke up to sunlight streaming through the window. I got up, carefully walking into the living room. Richard and Damien were already awake. There was someone else here to, an older man.

"Uh, hello," I said hesitatingly. The three guys looked at me.

"Are you Joe Hardy?" The older one asked me.

"Depends. Who's asking?" I asked, crossing my arms.

"Bruce Wayne."

"And?" I asked, waiting for more.

"Also known by few, as Batman, which I have reason to believe you figured out these two's identities last night."

I gulped. "Oh, um, yea. I kind of did. Is- is that why you're here?"

"No. I'm here to take my son back to Gotham City. If you swear on your life, that you won't tell anyone, and I mean ANYONE, who we are, we'll let you go without a fight. But the moment someone else finds out, you'll be finding some amnesia coming your way. Do you understand?"

I hesitated. "I can't tell anyone? Not my brother or father? It's kind of hard to keep secrets from them."

"I have and idea," Richard said. "Why don't you tell your father and brother that you met a guy named Nightwing while you visited here, so they only know Richard as the guy you borrowed a book from. No appearance, no danger if being discovered. How's that sound?"

"That could work," I said thoughtfully. "Alright, I swear on my life I won't tell anyone about what I've seen here today."

Richard smiled. "In that case…" he pulled something out of his pocket, and held it out. It was my cell phone. "I added my number in there, labeled as Nightwing of course. You know, in case you're ever in some trouble."

"Which happens a lot," i said grinning. Richard laughed.

"Alright Joe, you should head on home before your family gets worried. I'll see you around, alright?"

"Got it." I smiled as I walked out the door.

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ok, I realized I forgot to do a disclaimer. so... I do not own Nightwing Joe (or Damien). cool? cool. byeeeeee!